"Say the shame I see inching like steam
Along the streets will never stop
Beneath the doors of this bedroom,
And if it does, if we dare to breathe,
Tell me that though the world ends us,
Lover, it cannot end our love
Of narrative. Don't you have a story
For me?—like the one you tell
With fingers over my lips to keep me
From sighing when—before the queen
Is kidnapped—the prince bows
To the enemy, handing over the horn
Of his favourite unicorn like those men
Brought, bought, and whipped until
They accepted their masters' names."
RATING: 4.5/5
I say this about all I review these days but I have wanted to read Jericho Brown for some time. I have come across his work here and there but until a few months ago, his recent collections were both unavailable in India. I did manage to read The Tradition in May on Scribd during my poetry binge. I will reread it before I review it the day after tomorrow. I prefer reading poetry out loud as I can "feel" it more that way and I emote orally. Brown's poems are perfect for that. His words have a vivid lilt, an enchanting cadence. They fit and flow, a bright river of evocative imagery. There are the big themes of course: race, masculinity, faith, sexuality in contemporary US yet Brown explores them in new ways. I particularly like how he juxtaposes theology and worship with desire and pleasure. The body finds an important place in his verse; it's configured and reconfigured, shadowed, and illuminated. So here's acuity celebrated & poems that linger long after reading.